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691
Wolf
Larsen
was
my
captain
,
Thomas
Mugridge
and
the
rest
were
my
companions
,
and
I
was
receiving
repeated
impresses
from
the
die
which
had
stamped
them
all
.
692
For
three
days
I
did
my
own
work
and
Thomas
Mugridge
's
too
;
and
I
flatter
myself
that
I
did
his
work
well
.
I
know
that
it
won
Wolf
Larsen
's
approval
,
while
the
sailors
beamed
with
satisfaction
during
the
brief
time
my
regime
lasted
.
693
"
The
first
clean
bite
since
I
come
aboard
,
"
Harrison
said
to
me
at
the
galley
door
,
as
he
returned
the
dinner
pots
and
pans
from
the
forecastle
.
"
Somehow
Tommy
's
grub
always
tastes
of
grease
,
stale
grease
,
and
I
reckon
he
ai
n't
changed
his
shirt
since
he
left
'
Frisco
.
"
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694
"
I
know
he
has
n't
,
"
I
answered
.
695
"
And
I
'll
bet
he
sleeps
in
it
,
"
Harrison
added
.
696
"
And
you
wo
n't
lose
,
"
I
agreed
.
"
The
same
shirt
,
and
he
has
n't
had
it
off
once
in
all
this
time
.
"
697
But
three
days
was
all
Wolf
Larsen
allowed
him
in
which
to
recover
from
the
effects
of
the
beating
.
On
the
fourth
day
,
lame
and
sore
,
scarcely
able
to
see
,
so
closed
were
his
eyes
,
he
was
haled
from
his
bunk
by
the
nape
of
the
neck
and
set
to
his
duty
.
He
sniffled
and
wept
,
but
Wolf
Larsen
was
pitiless
.
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"
And
see
that
you
serve
no
more
slops
,
"
was
his
parting
injunction
.
"
No
more
grease
and
dirt
,
mind
,
and
a
clean
shirt
occasionally
,
or
you
'll
get
a
tow
over
the
side
.
Understand
?
"
699
Thomas
Mugridge
crawled
weakly
across
the
galley
floor
,
and
a
short
lurch
of
the
Ghost
sent
him
staggering
.
In
attempting
to
recover
himself
,
he
reached
for
the
iron
railing
which
surrounded
the
stove
and
kept
the
pots
from
sliding
off
;
but
he
missed
the
railing
,
and
his
hand
,
with
his
weight
behind
it
,
landed
squarely
on
the
hot
surface
.
700
There
was
a
sizzle
and
odour
of
burning
flesh
,
and
a
sharp
cry
of
pain
.